I hate when I have a really bad anxiety attack and my mom gives me a xanax to call me down quick. taking it just scares me and brings me back to sophomore year..
I don’t even know why I’ve been getting them bad all of a sudden again. I was doing fine not taking barely any medication than before other than for my bipolar. bleh blah bleh blah. really personal rant. haven’t done one in awhile so
the best part about being the little spoon while cuddling is being able to rub your butt against the person’s junk